@hoecuspocvs LOCATION: COFFEE SHOP TIME: PRESENT DAY.
The lug of the day was hanging on his shoulders, what felt like a life time of struggle was now walking every day along side him. Each step another trudge demanding him to pay for what he’d done as a younger man, and yet, even though he’d managed to escape that life --- he’d fallen back into it with such ease, he was questioning everything about himself in that moment. How could Austin Harrington, a man who’d had the worst start, manage to claw his way out only to find that he didn’t have the will power to keep himself on the straight and narrow.
A grumble errupted from his lips as the greying sky began to shower his own feelings onto him, clothes soaking within minutes as he tried to huddle into the thin material. Looking down at his watch with furrowed brows, he questioned if he had enough time to run back to his apartment. But as he decided against it, eyes of sharpened blue caught onto the sign that hung just on the corner of sixth and lexington.
Without a second though, feet were carrying him in the direction, he was sure in that moment the only thing that could bring him back to reality would be a steaming hot cup of coffee. Stepping inside was like being enveloped into an overly warm hug as he began to instantly shred his jacket away, throwing it over the nearest chair and dropping into the opposing seat straight away with a thud as he let out a sigh to match.
He hadn’t missed being around here, that was for sure. It seemed everywhere he went these days, places reminded him of people he’d rather forget. But he had a feeling with this weather he’d be in luck of avoiding all remisinces of his recent past. Raising his hand for a coffee he chimed loudly across the room; it was a normality in this place.
‘‘Coffee --- black, please?’‘ He called out